Amaranthine Poem by Onoma 888

...Portend for the life of you- cast your
eyes as far from you, as what you could
not see coming otherwise.
A living through and through...of what
came first- word or sound, sound or word?
These spaces...spendthrift pages that are
but doorways to their impending figure,
wind coiling at its corners...coiling at its
corners.
As a thing grows into itself invisibly...
as so you fall the falling curtain- with no
audience at one side, nor actors upon the
other.
Irrevocably you are, that you are- sun
halved, golden bowls burning- of good and
evil- a miscellany saint's evocation...that
you are, irrevocably you are...amaranthine.
Gesticulating beyond time, times, and half
time...a procession of one whose sojourn
repeats upon itself.
A heaven ago...hell now...a hell ago-
heaven now, change knows all your names-
and because you withstood all it can ever
be, it holds them steadfastly.
Amaranthine...irrevocably you are...that
you are.
You, the faces of disambiguation- whose
seal you smile to open...with full marks
for bravery.